At Gongshu Mo's command, a group of burly men carried in odd-looking objects that were completely made of bronze.
The hundreds of craftsmen below couldn't help but be curious and went up to size him up.
Before anyone could react, the group of burly men began to assemble the bronze object.
Soon, a huge curved corridor appeared in front of everyone. They looked at the huge bronze bar with a groove on each side.
"Isn't this a miniature version of the orbit?”
Finally, after the assembly was completed, someone recognized it.
The only thing that everyone could not understand was that these rails were not made of giant wood like Great Qin's rails.
It was not like Great Qin's wooden tracks, which were flat and curved.
Some of the curved areas were completely suspended in the air. It was unbelievable. Could this be a track?
But then, these people widened their eyes.
Two burly men were carrying a miniature bronze chariot. No, to be precise, it was a thin carriage.
This was because the carriage was very long. The bottom of the carriage was filled with egg-sized, extremely smooth wheels.
Just as everyone was still in shock, the long carriage was placed on the track of the bronze wheel. With the help of the curved slide, it slowly moved on the bronze track.
As it ran further and further, its speed became faster and faster.
When it passed by the seemingly suspended track, it did not fall like everyone had imagined.
Instead, he streaked across the track like lightning and ran to the starting point again, continuing forward.
It was like a chariot that never stopped, seemingly filled with endless magic power. It ran on the bronze track in an endless cycle.
Everyone looked at this scene in astonishment and shock…
Why could it keep running?
Like a river that never stops?
"One day, if Great Qin's land is covered with such tracks, how can it stop China's rise?”
Ying Zheng looked at the shocked craftsmen and said loudly.
"Your Majesty is wise."
Everyone shouted in unison.
"Your Majesty, I am very curious about what is driving it to keep running.”
One of the braver craftsmen could not hide his curiosity, so he cupped his hands and bowed to Ying Zheng.
"Borrowing the momentum."
Ying Zheng said casually. It was not that he did not want to say it, but these people would not understand even if he did.
Even if they were told that the blue planet had a magnetic field, gravity, aeromechanics, and dynamics, they would not understand at all.
"Your Majesty, what kind of power is this?”
Another craftsman asked.
"Force and momentum that cannot be seen with the naked eye. They are everywhere, filling the world.”
After saying that, Ying Zheng spread out Bai Zhe's large hand and grabbed at the air, then continued,""I have power and momentum in my hands."
Hearing His Majesty's words, everyone followed suit and grabbed the air.
However, when he opened his palm, it was still empty. Everyone was still confused and confused.
"I have summoned all of you here to push the Chinese civilization forward.”
"I have a few blueprints that I need everyone to work together to make.”
"On the day of success, your names will shine with them for thousands of years.”
Ying Zheng's voice seemed to be filled with endless magic as he shouted at the craftsmen.
Soon, after Ying Zheng's voice fell, another group of palace servants appeared, each holding a roll of brocade cloth.
They walked up to the high platform and directly lifted the brocade cloth in their hands, then slowly unfolded it.
On the brocade cloth, there was a lifelike drawing of a tool with a clear structure.
There were all kinds of farming tools, complicated and exquisite textile machines, and all kinds of odd-looking objects. It was shocking.
However, the craftsmen below felt as if they had obtained a treasure. They sized up the exquisite blueprints on the brocade cloth and were intoxicated.
Ying Zheng smiled. The effect he wanted had been achieved, and the rest was up to them.
I've done everything I can.
Led by Gongshu Mo, Ying Zheng began to inspect the armory.
"Your Majesty, this is the workshop that secretly developed white paper according to Your Majesty's instructions.”
Gongshu Mo pointed at the craftsmen who were working in an orderly manner and introduced them to Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng looked at the busy craftsmen who had a clear division of labor and slowly walked over.
Someone was carrying green bamboo into the pond to rot the wood.
The green bamboos that had been soaked in the pond for a long time would be taken away and hammered to remove their shells and peel off their skin.
After peeling off the shell, it would be sent to the fire to boil the pulp until it was broken down into ingredients.
The boiled bamboo material would be poured into the stone mortar by the craftsman and pounded into powder. Then, the craftsman would use a specially made paper trough and a thin bamboo curtain to filter the paper fiber in the powder.
Beside the paper trough, there were also specialized craftsmen who scooped up water to continuously wash the powder on the bead curtain, washing away the impurities, leaving only the paper fibers.
It was not until the fine bead curtain was covered with a layer of white liquid pulp that the craftsman took the fine bead curtain to the press board that had been prepared earlier and piled it up layer by layer.
After the pulp on the press board reached a certain thickness, it would be pressed down heavily by a very smooth and flat piece of wood.
Not only did it remove the moisture in the paper pulp, but it also completely molded the paper pulp.
In the end, these shaped papers would be taken to the outer wall of the alley that was tamped with mud bricks. After being dried by the residual heat of the flames in the alley, they would be carefully removed from the outer wall. They would become completely formed white papers.
Looking at the completed sheets of paper, which were then folded into a stack by the craftsmen, a gratified smile appeared on Ying Zheng's face.
Now that Great Qin had paper, ink, brush, and inkstone, once the movable type printing and engraving printing techniques were fully developed, the era of the rich and powerful controlling the scriptures would be completely rewritten.
The era of universal knowledge would arrive.
Why were scriptures so expensive? It could be said that every word was worth an inch of gold.
It was because copying by hand was cumbersome. Not only was it time-consuming and laborious, but it was also difficult to spread it on a large scale.
More importantly, these nobles who had knowledge were very precious. They would rather keep their knowledge at home than teach it to ordinary people.
"How many blank papers can be produced here in a day?”
Ying Zheng asked Gongshu Mo, who had been waiting at the side.
"Your Majesty, about 1,000."
Gongshu Mo was quite proud of himself. After all, to him, producing 1,000 a day was not easy.
"I'll give you a year to promote it throughout the country. You must reach a daily production of 100,000 yuan.”
Ying Zheng raised his sharp eyebrows and said sternly.
A hundred thousand?
Gongshu Mo's heart instantly fell to the bottom of the valley, and the pride he had just felt disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Heavens!
Was His Majesty joking?
But it didn't look like it…
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